A mountain, grey and white.
Green chairs plopped haphazardly in the snow
Too many empty bottles
reflecting rainbows into my tiny eyes
Now I only see the mountain through high definition
Though sometime in the morning, when its red instead of grey
I imagine that is the time of day
When the rainbows reflect the best
Yes, Before was happy
Now still looks behind for her missing little girl
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